Saturday, October 31, 2009

BOO!

From More Halloween 2009


From More Halloween 2009
Halloween was celebrated on a lovely fall Thursday at Marist. Toddlers are HARD to contain, and we don't have 1 good picture of Miles in his costume. The debate on what he should be (Little Eric or skeleton) raged early at 7:15am until we finally decided to do a paired number with Eric being Steve Irwin "before the stingray and Miles being the "after." It worked...sort of?

We had to go back and look at Halloween pictures from last year just to see how much he has grown.
From 1st Halloween
Oh my he was so delicious (still is, but in a different way).

We also carved our first pumpkin as a family. We paid homage to Miles's 2nd favorite book--Goodnight Moon. (Have I mentioned this is both Eric any my least favorite? We read it at least 2 times EVERY night per Miles's request...that, and Freight Train, which is more tolerable). Miles was more interested in throwing the paper on the floor, but the results were a good mix of Ali's ineptitude in art, and Eric's lack of dexterity due to the dull kitchen knife on the pumpkin flesh. We ended up with a nondescript barn yard animal jumping over the moon. It worked...sort of?
From More Halloween 2009
From More Halloween 2009
From More Halloween 2009
From More Halloween 2009


The real fun recently has been Miles positioning himself in all sorts of secret places in our house. It started with the lower cabinets in our kitchen. He gets so frustrated when he A) closes his fingers in the drawer or B) cannot close it all the way because of his little toes sticking out. Actually, it started when we let him destroy our cabinet under the sink with the zillion cloth rags we have (don't worry, he has NO access to our cleaning supplies--and even so, they are all just vinegar and Dr Bronner's!). He would take everything out and "sort" the rags over and over (he does this with laundry, too). One day he realized the empty cabinet was just his size. So, he moved on to other lower cabinets in our kitchen, and then this week I walked into the kitchen after going into the pantry, and he was sitting in the bottom drawer where all of his bowls for school are located! We have certain drawers and areas in our kitchen that are Miles friendly (i.e. we let him explore), but he has now taken it to a new level. And then there is the book shelf in our family room (he has a secret reading spot) and now he has found a little picnic chair in the corner of his room that he hides on and sits and reads. I need to get that on camera. I have strung together some video below. I think this is our least inspiring video, but I know how much family miss all of the mundane things that make us giggle (and everyone else yawn). You'll also notice Miles turned the drying rack into a toddler "walker" (and you'll also notice we ALWAYS have NPR on--I swear we don't! We play lots of kids' music, too, but most of our videos are at dinner time and Eric is addicted to Market place, and you'll see the mess of the kitchen Miles makes every night). Oh, the first part of the video is us ripping off the first of our chain in the "events that need to occur before Kilo is born." I am NOT happy in the video--and not because of the chain, but because my herniated belly button was killing, I hadn't showered, yet, had no make-up and was feeling delightfully disgusting. Eric insisted on doing a video, and I obliged only because I had a much cuter toddler in my arms to distract attention.

And how is Kilo? Great! Moving like crazy (he is sitting so low), and flipped so he is now breech. I am no longer working in the office as my OB does not think it is in my best interest. Still rockin' the terbutaline every 4 hours and trying not to gain too much weight or lose too much sanity on this whole modified bed rest exploration. Here's to another 10 weeks...but we hit 27 today!

Let's hope the time at home inspires some better posts. I feel I have totally dropped the ball and am feeling a little "flat" these days.
video

Friday, October 23, 2009

Tyra Banks will not be calling

From 25 weeks with Kilo
I've always had this waffling desire to get one of those artsy professional preggo photos. Not necessarily ones that are overly posed with Miles kissing my belly (yeah, like that would happen) or Eric looking longingly at my hernia, but just a natural shot of the pregnant figure in a neutral environment. I don't need Olin Mills fall leaves and water wheel backgrounds, or Laser or Red gel screen behind me, but some kind of photo crafted so that nothing but the pregnancy is highlighted. I try to achieve that general sense by just including the belly and not my face, but sometimes it gets old feeling beheaded--as though the pregnancy really is just "a belly." Well, a professional photo never materialized with Miles, and I am pretty sure it won't this time, either. I think part of it is not so much to distribute the photo to others as it is to document, in a beautiful way, a time in my life that has turned out to be pretty darn crazy! I also think it has been a challenge because I hate being in pictures. In no way is this a reflection of any self-hatred or my thinking I am an ugly hose-beast, but I just don't think I take good pictures. Yet, I am certainly not the "I love all of my imperfections" kind of girl either. This chin? Seriously...I just find myself over the years making goofy faces without thinking because I just have no idea how to pose. But I always have the inner desire to have albums full of good photos.

Even though my uterus rebels, pregnancy hasn't been too bad on my body. Okay, there is the hernia and bulging thighs and bottom (and yes, cellulite and stretch marks), but I generally feel pretty okay with the state of my body. In truth, my biggest concern is my deteriorating fitness and long road ahead to get back into running shape. But, I don't think Tyra Banks, even if she launches her under 5'9, 30+ plain Jane preggo casting call for America's Next Top Model, will be knocking down my door.

There is this gorgeous picture we have in our bedroom of a Klimt painting of a naked pregnant woman called Hope 1. I think my in-laws thought I was crazy when Eric bought it for me a few x-mases ago after I had mentioned how much I loved it. I used to look at the photo as a child in a Klimt art book we had displayed at my house. She is naked AND shows, well, everything. But the image is so interesting to me--and look at her chin! She also has a face that reminds me of my mother. I know strange. I have joked about mimicking the photo with Eric (minus the demons looming in the background). Well, it would take a miracle of God to get me in any kind of state to strip down naked, curl my hair, put a wreath on my head and pose (that, or lots of champagne). But I think what I have wanted is just to capture my pregnancy in a way that does not draw attention to my face, but to the miracle of my pregnancy.

Well, Eric and I are really not in a position to get those photos done professionally, nor can we mimic anything close to that in real life. So my quest has morphed into a challenge with myself to strip down (a bit) and document what this pregnancy really looks like--without being goofy. Last night, there was momentary insanity in my body and I said "Eric, we are taking a picture of me in a bathing suit." And I quickly felt the moment passing, so we had to act. I dug up my honeymoon suit and put it on quickly. Then, we just clicked and it was over. Now, I kind of regret the decision because it was rash, and I still acted goofy! Hence, the photos are more comical than anything. BUT, I achieved my goal--not of getting beautiful photos (hello, this was late at night in our messy bedroom), but of feeling comfortable enough with my body to document it in a really exposed way. So, here we go! Just a few for the blog--the rest are well below mediocre and should stay in the album. Not sure what it is about the camera that makes me go goofy:
From 25 weeks with Kilo
From 25 weeks with Kilo
From 25 weeks with Kilo

Are these scandalous? I always struggle with the difference between a bathing suit picture and an underwear picture. Seriously, what's the difference? Is this akin to talking about my cervix on the blog? Am I rating myself "R?" Decency is hard to determine--especially because despite my own misgivings about my body, I truly think our society is WAY too conservative regarding the human body. (But don't get me started on violence and exploitive sex).

But the REAL photo shoot took place with Miles after dinner. We laughed at his outfit today because he looked like a 70s golfer and was being so stinkin' cute that we brought out the camera. You'll notice his "house shoes" just add to the redonk-u-lousness. He slips too much with his socks, and we don't wear shoes in our house, so we had to get him "house shoes." It is also a southern thing I have learned. Up north we call them slippers.
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
You'll also notice Sasquatch holding Miles. Poor Eric was in his running gear and I forced him to be in the pictures. He has a "no shaving or grooming" policy until XC season is over, so I get to spend some time living with what looks like Big Foot (okay, that is mean--he does look cute, but I am tired of telling him about the food caught in his beard). What is nice is the lack of bits of hair in the sink! Let me clarify grooming, too, before I get in trouble--he does shower daily, just doesn't manscape or manage any hair besides getting a haircut. Finally, here is the montage of Miles toting around a cloth block made by Schlotty. He was obsessed with throwing it, picking it up and running around the house over and over laughing with it in his hand. I wish I had the video...or could stream the pictures together and make a cool flip book.
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
AND I AM SPENT!
From Miles in his 70s outfit one October night 2009
Full album of his cuteness for family here

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Belly Buttons and Pumpkins

From pumpkin patch 101809
From pumpkin patch 101809
From pumpkin patch 101809


First, a true story:

Last Friday we had some friends over we hadn't seen in a quite some time. We decided to order out Malaysian (we are trying only to order out 1 time a month!) so Eric and our friend K drove for the food while J and I got Miles ready for bed. Enter: bath time. I usually try to find a comfortable way to sit during bathtime, and if Eric is around, I'll take position on the toliet "singing chair" while Eric does floor duty. Although we do usually have a good 10 minute bath of playing, this night's bath was longer b/c I was being a negligent mom and pretty much letting Miles play on his own while J and I talked. I mean, I wasn't in the other room letting Miles play with knives and my hairdryer in the tub, but I wasn't "engaged" with him as normal. I was sitting on my knees right next to the tub, washing him and talking for quite a bit. My belly button was getting uncomfortable. Much like last pregnancy, the area around my "button" gets really sore as the abdomen stretches. I thought the pain was just that. I get Miles out of the tub, dressed, teeth brushed and as we are walking out, notice something hard above my belly button. I looked and had a huge flesh colored bump protruding from my not-so-innie-anymore. OUCH! Total hernia. I told Eric to feel the bump, and he was like "GROSS!" So I pushed on it. And the kidney, intestines, omendum, or whatever internal part of my belly that pushed through to the outside was pushed right back in with a "pop". No joke. I heard it. I felt a big hole, and of course asked Eric to feel it again. "Even more gross!" So now I have a really sore area above my belly button that kind of feels like a hole and am seriously afraid to sit down and have my intestines leak out again.

Speaking of intestines leaking, we spent a lovely morning at the pumpkin patch this past weekend. (Okay, there is NO conceivable link between my herniated belly button and a pumpkin patch, but I am not sure I'll get around to posting again this week). The weather was perfect, and Miles LOVED to bang on the pumpkins. I am pretty sure 90% of my readers already say these pictures on facebook, but I had to post some of my favorites.

From pumpkin patch 101809
From pumpkin patch 101809
Blowing Daddy a Kiss!
From pumpkin patch 101809
From pumpkin patch 101809
From pumpkin patch 101809
From pumpkin patch 101809
And the Heintz family as interpreted by pumpkins

From pumpkin patch 101809

And a link to the full album. (You'll notice some of the trip home in the car when I broke the golden rule of carseats and new cars--food in the car! Miles was late with his lunch, and hadn't had a snack...so I sat in back and monitored the crumb situation. You can see him signing "more" in one of the photos. He is our little garbage disposal.)

Finally #1, Mrs. J at Miles's school continues to send me the cutest pictures of Miles at school. Here are a few recent ones. HE IS A MESS! We have so many cute clothes, but I hesitate, now, sending him in great duds b/c if it isn't his snacks or lunch, it is paint, dirt, or general toddler goo. You'll also see that he is just about the size of his girlfriend E at school--who is over 2!! The cubbies are his new favorite game. That, and sitting in our kitchen cabinets or bookshelves on the floor in the family room. And, no, that is not a grizzly bear, but Eric dropping Miles off at school. 'Tis the season for his XC beard. Only a few more weeks left until he shaves! And the last picture is of Miles eating the ENTIRE racecar cake of his friend's 2nd birthday. I am telling you--he can really put it away.

Finally #2, I am past 25 weeks! Soon I can rip off the Halloween chain in the "chain of events that need to happen before Kilo is born." Belly pics, soon. And I promise I won't post one of the hernia...

Sunday, October 18, 2009

24 week appt update

I know, I know...I can sense the tension you all have carried with you as you have been wondering how my follow-up OB appointment went after the scare last weekend. (Serious sarcasm, folks.) In truth, I am doing enough worrying for the planet, so no need to get your panties in a bunch!

It is amazing how quickly one can go from feeling like the happy, successful pregnant woman (and I had been known to say on a number of occassions--"hey, if we can swing it financially, I would love to do this again!"), to, well, hating your uterus. Is that a form of child abuse? I don't hate Kilo, but certainly don't want to meet him anytime soon. I just hate that my uterus (and cervix?) are disobedient. I take care of myself, work hard, eat right (okay, mostly), exercise, and try to be positive...and yet I've got irritable uterus syndrome. I've heard of women hating their breasts, thighs, butt...but I have a serious axe to grind with my uterus.

Break. Is talking about my cervix considered off color? Sleep deprivation and the pregnancy wash of hormones has truly blurred my take on reality. Not that it would change my discussion on the blog, but I was thinking last night if my rating would dip into the "adult only" if I mentioned my cervix. Is it technically a "private part?" Will the picture I provide below be pornography? Curious...

Okay, so let's talk about my hush-hush cervix. That was the only new news I received at my appt. Weight--steadily gaining (I think I am up a good 14lbs now!), blood pressure normal, and baby doing GREAT. Kilo is already head down with the skull pushing right on my cervix. Ah, the cervix. We checked the length (and by "we" I mean my OB and the magical vaginal ultrasound), and it was 3.8. I know, 3.8! Wait...what does that mean? Okay, so apparently you want it to be 3 and above. That's what I am going by, and feel good about it. BUT he also noticed some cervical funneling. Here is a picture of an anonymous woman's funneling cervix. I was not fortunate enough to receive a print out of my own funneling, but this looks just like mine did.

You can see it looks like, well, a funnel. To the right of the funneling is the rest of the cervix, and you can see the baby heading into the funnel. What does it mean? The OB said it can indicate a start to some changes. Vague, huh? That's where Google, the devil incarnate for all high risk pregnant women, comes in. The truth is, Google didn't provide me any additional answers except for that it isn't a great sign, and now I added more worry to my plate. The combo of being a worrier with now taking medication every 4 hours with the biggest side effect "anxiety" does not make for a content Ali. And it's not like I can go out for a jog to let off some steam...or even a long walk...or wash the floors.

So now I am literally trying to keep my feet up at all possible times as though gravity will keep this child in. And I am quite conscious of not only the contractions that although not as regular, still show their face, but trying to see if I feel like I am leaking fluid. The problem is this is tough for pregnant women to determine, well...if you are or have been pregnant,you know why trying to see if you are leaking fluid may be problematic with all the other stuff that may be going on down there. (Now THAT has got to be close to x-rated talk!)

There you have it! We are approaching 25 weeks, and close to being able to rip off my first chain in the chain of holidays that need to occur before Kilo arrives.

Finally, even though I am on restricted activity, I would like to give a shout out to all women who have ever been on bed rest. I think the decrease in activity I have forced myself into has made me slightly crazy. That, and Miles has decided over the past 3 days to go down that terrible road of NO sleeping (naps or night) and lots of 4:30pm tantrums. The drooling and hands in the mouth constantly still have me suspect molars. Or this is just his disposition...but we were up from 1am until almost 5am last night. And let's just say Miles wasn't the only one crying! How am I going to do this with 2 little boys and a full time job???

But, in an attempt to remain positive, Miles's bedtime routine is going swimmingly without the bottle or nursing, and he is thriving at school. That, and the Atlanta weather is just delicious right now. And finally, Eric is back into the swing of running, which makes me feel connected to it in some way, and even ran an amazing 5 miler with Miles this weekend (and it got me out of the house!), and there is talk of doing a marathon in a month or two! Pictures of our pumpkin patch adventure and 25 week belly forthcoming!

Monday, October 12, 2009

It's a boy! Thankfully...NOT YET (and lovely lady lumps week 24!)

From Lovely Lady Lumps: 24 weeks
This is not really news to about half of the contacts in our cell phone as either Eric or I panicked in an SOS on Saturday AM to anyone who has ever offered up to help us out with Miles. My worst fears almost came true:

Eric was chartered away on a bus to a XC meet almost 2 hours away early Saturday morning. No biggie. We do this every weekend. Mom was home, playing with Miles who was in great spirits, but not at all close to needing a nap. Kilo must have pressed that hidden overdrive button on my uterus as it started up with its Braxton-Hicks contractions (BH-ctx)--this time, they wouldn't let down--and started to hurt. Ruh-roh! This was a new sensation for me and given that I never went into labor naturally with Miles, I have NO idea what to expect. I made a brief mention to Eric when I finally got him on the phone that my BH-ctx were delightfully regular. He said to call the Dr. Nah! I was fine. But then--I wasn't. The soccer ball in my abdomen was tightening over and over and over. (Yes, apparently my uterus is the size of a soccer ball according to babycenter.com) Miles could sense I was "off" and kept wanting to nurse, or be held, or have me pick him up. I tried to put him down for a nap prematurely (we was not very obliging), and quickly drank a gallon (no, really, a gallon) of water and went straight to the couch on my left side. They kept coming. I called the OB who just happened to be on call at the hospital and he told me to get in as soon as I could.

WHO IS GOING TO WATCH MILES? This is what we had not discussed. I have made casual remarks about our list of people we need on call, but have yet to make a formal plan. And we haven't gone to our birthing classes, haven't had our pre-planning with the doula, the co-sleeper isn't set up, the guest room isn't converted, we haven't picked out a mobile or gotten a new rectal thermometer...you know, all these irrational and panicked thoughts start flooding my brain. I called Eric in a panic crying, and started calling my most trusted friends, but was having trouble making contact with a live human being. Eric called Miles's childcare director (surrogate grandmother Mrs J), and she flew out of her pedicure, and drove straight to our house. (Let me break by saying over the course of the day, we got called by so many loving people ready in the wings to help out--I guess Saturday mornings are just a hard time to get a hold of people initially!) Mrs J swept my tearful contracting body from the house, drove me and Miles to the hospital and then scurried back to our house with Miles and just loved on him for the rest of the day. Eric was involved in a number of traffic violations on his way down to the hospital courtesy of a XC parent, and made it in time as I was ushered back in labor and delivery for assessment. The receptionist was very kind as I bawled through filling out gads of registration paperwork. "At least you won't have to fill these out next time!" I kept thinking, dear God, please let there be a next time. This was all too familiar to when I checked in for an assessment last time, and ended up with a baby that night.

I know slightly too much about fetal/maternal monitors in a L&D room due to my stint in nursing school AND a rotation on the exact floor I was currently sitting on. I could see that Kilo was fine (after the nurse took a little too long to find his heartbeat), but my contractions had quite a regular and frequent pattern. The nurse was pretty sure it would be a long stay if things couldn't change. I gave my urine sample to rule out any sort of infection (they can cause preterm contractions), and I think the entire floor looked at my sample. It was as clear as water. I don't think anyone believed me when I said I drank a gallon of water. I also got the uncomfortable fetal fibronectin test (fFN) and waited for my info to be reviewed by the doctor.

Interestingly, relieving my bladder helped dramatically in calming my irritable uterus. Every time my contractions started to flare up, the nurse came in on cue and said, "do you need to use the bathroom? I was watching your monitor from our station and it looks like your bladder is bothering your uterus again." So, we did that song and dance over and over. The trouble when you are hooked to monitors is that you need help getting them on and off, so I couldn't just unhook and go at my leisure.

The Dr came in, and as I expected, said he has no idea why I have an irritable uterus, but what this all results in is closer monitoring. He started me on maintenance terbutaline every 4 hours, which for all you pharma heads, is traditionally used for asthma--it relaxes smooth muscles. It also has a lovely side effect of anxiety/jitteriness and headache. I'll take it! (What I cannot remember is the pharmacokinetics of why you are anxious--anyone??). I've been taking the terb as prescribed, and it is helping. I still have contractions, but not as bad. I'll go back to the Dr this Thur, we'll do another fFN test and also start the cervical length checks. And I am not to do anything I don't have to do. I am NOT on prescribed bedrest, but on "modified bedrest" and have a feeling if I show my face again at the hospital, that I may be laid up on the couch for a few months. Until then, it is modified bedrest, hydration, terbutaline and monitoring.

Probably more than you all needed to know, but there you have it!

And here I had JUST commented to Eric how delightfully uneventful the pregnancy had been. Maybe this is just Kilo being a show-off...competing with his brother already.

In the spirit of positive energy (I think I was put on every prayer chain on the east coast--from my family, to work and even my Doula have positive vibes going for me--I love you all!), I decided to take one of Miles's art pieces (i.e. scribble pad pages he doodled on recently), and turned it into a paper chain marking all of the major holidays I need to get through before Kilo is born: Halloween, Thanksgiving, X-mas, New Years, 30th Birthday (and Eric's 29th on the same day), and finally...Due Date/Groundhog Day!
From Lovely Lady Lumps: 24 weeks


(More 24 week belly shots seen here. We're getting big! Don't mind my tired eyes. It was a long day that ended in some unexpected tears. Just one of those days--Miles is struggling with a molar coming through and being incredibly needy...right as I am trying to wean him completely b/c nursing seems to cause some ctx. It's hard when he points and pulls on the shirt, and then cries when I deny him. The goal was to go until 18 months, but I think we may have to stop at 17.)

Monday, October 5, 2009

Tampon Timpani

I'll admit that part of this pregnancy has been a matter of me coming to terms with the fact that:

1. we are actually having another baby in a matter of months (am I already past 1/2 way?),
2. that this may be my last pregnancy (so let's enjoy each and every kick and contraction!), and
3. that soon I am going to be completely outnumbered by boys

I've always had the sense that I am a boy factory, but there is a part of me that mourns the thought of not raising a girl. Mostly because I have the most amazing relationship with my mother. Never being the mother-of-the bride, not having a younger compadre to clue me in to the pulse of current fashion and trends (I'll need to refer to my friend Schlotty for the rest of my life), not having a daughter to accompany me to "girly" movies, not painting nails and braiding hair, or helping buy a dress for prom...and then there is the fear that my boys will grow up and grow out of the "I'm obsessed with Mommy" phase (that I secretly love right now) in exchange for inconsistent communication and phone calls. Sorry Seth and Nich--but you have to admit I am in touch with Mom far more than either of you-but that's just the nature of many mother-daughter relationships. I also had this plan of getting a really good quality charm bracelet on the advent of the birth of my daughter, so that I could spend her life accumulating different charms to then give to her when she gets married. Well, at week 13 of this pregnancy, there went that idea and I deleted all of my Internet bookmarks with charm bracelet options. (Although, I may still want to get a charm bracelet someday, and will perhaps pass it down, along with my nice jewelry, to a niece...or a daughter-in-law? If Eric ever comes to any of you seeking X-mas and birthday ideas for me--lead him to a charm bracelet. Right after the eco-friendly Electrolux vacuum. Priorities people; we are still the proud parents of the used Dirt Devil we bought from my grad school friend R.L. almost 5 years ago)Luckily, I still have a number of opportunities to be the cool Aunt to some nieces (no pressure ladies). And I DID have the "trendy" Aunt from outside of NY who kept me feeling hipster cool when I was growing up; I will never forget my Aunt Dilys sending me jelly bracelets and awesome appliqued vests.

BUT...I can also completely defer "the talk" and all related conversations to Eric. Granted, I am the one who took graduate level sexuality courses and have no problem talking about safe sex, STIs and the like to anyone who will listen, but there is something truly entertaining about having Eric do the education. Heck, hilarity ensues when I ask him to clean Miles's nether region during baths! (In the beginning his response was--"it's weird for me to clean it." I was all--"weirder than me? This is your territory honey; you have more knowledge about the equipment than I do!" Luckily, he is much better now.) And, I can leave things like a box of tampons on the shelf under the "don't ask don't tell" policy. (Unless you are my high school friend Dan who was coerced by his mom to buy sanitary supplies from CVS when we were in high school. Oh the shame!).

Folks, that hope was dashed recently when Miles discovered a stash of mysterious pastel sample boxes in our bathroom. For the past 2 weeks, I have been finding tampons all over the house.

First--WARNING "TMI" ALERT!! (but if you want to have a baby, get used to it. And if you are long-time reader of the blog, this should be no surprise)--I haven't needed tampons in a zillion years. There was that whole pregnancy bit, the 11+ weeks of bleeding post birth where you are instructed not to use tampons (but get to rock the hospital latticed underwear stuffed with super absorbent diapers, I mean postpartum "pads,") and then the 11 months of breastfeeding induced amenhorrehea... then-BOOM-I was pregnant again.

Second, I am not afraid he is using up my stash for the year that my ovaries start working again as I don't even use the kind of tampons Miles has an affinity for (how's that for TMI?) as I prefer the more inconspicuous seventh generation brand that fits in any size pocket--even the coin pocket. (I know--no applicator? How gross! Heard it ever since I used ones like that in high school. And again, anyone wanting to have a baby better get real intimate with her body. Just wait until you see "the afterbirth" and experience those initial weeks right after delivery. I find it very strategic that things like post partum bleeding get left out of most birth stories.) I collect sample boxes from the "sample of the days" that Schlotty sends out with the intention of having a stash for guests. Sorry guests, my stash is depleted.

Third, I am ALL about imaginative play. So, Miles continues to play with the tampons as long as they don't go near his mouth. The best is when he figured out how to unwrap them and started to use one as a drumstick and then a hammer for his toy.
From October 2009: Flood, non-toy pics, tree pics for school, etc
Every morning he takes out a few select toys from under our bed while we get ready. It's that, or he is clawing at your leg wanting to be held or trying to explore more dangerous items like the trash can, flat iron or the dreaded toilet bowl. I tried to capture his delight in figuring out the alternative purposes of a tampon, but pictures don't do it all justice.

In other non-toy related fun, Miles has also become attached to this green "rope" that separated some pots we bought months back from IKEA. He essentially picks it up from our grass, and charters it over to our back rock path. Between the rope, tampons and my hair, I am not sure what is the more beloved "lovey." (Nah, it is clearly my hair--especially while nursing.)
From October 2009: Flood, non-toy pics, tree pics for school, etc


And to close, some video of Miles walking sans pants. Most of you moms of toddlers will be all "Pee-shaw; that was SO 4 months ago...my child has just finished reading the second Harry Potter book while spending time on the big kid potty since s/he is almost potty trained." But remember our Miles likes to take his sweet time in hitting milestones. He still prefers to crawl because that kid can give Usain Bolt a run for his money (and he makes a lot of money now) in the 100 M dash, but he has finally started volunteering to walk without our prompting over the past 2 weeks. I couldn't resist Eric taking video of our nightly walking session because the whole "kid from the waist up" "baby from the wait down" made me laugh. That, and my comment about black bean mash being on his crotch. I also added some secret footage I got later in the night of Miles on his 2 business calls. I have no idea what he is saying (remember he doesn't speak English--I am convinced now it really is Urdu), but it makes us laugh. Ignore Eric's comment about only having carrots in our spinach salad.

23+ week preggo shots should be coming soon! (Also, more recent photos can be found here.) video